I know, the title has nothing to do with the story, but hey, I'm still pretty spun up from what happened.
Tonight, I was just sitting in the kitchen watching tv, and I hear a noise outside the front door.
I paused the show, and listened. Someone tried the front door knob.
At least, I thought that is what I heard. My mind was racing. Could it have been an animal? If it was, why would an animal be fucking with the front door knob? If it's a person, why would they be trying the door knob on a house with three cars in the driveway and the tv on inside?
Fuck this, this is bad, this could be pretty fucking bad! I jump up, draw the gun I always have on me, and hit the switch for the outside light. I double check the door locks, run to the bedroom, wake up Linda, and tell her what's going on as I load the AR. She gets on the phone with 911, I haul ass downstairs to make sure doors and windows are locked, and that Linda's dad knows what's going on. I also check the motion sensor lights to make sure they are on, and return upstairs, where we all gather in the kitchen.
We both talk to 911 for what seems like about 5 minutes (checking my cell phone, it was 5 min 35 sec, so the adrenaline hi and low hasn't screwed me up to much), and then the 911 operator tells me to please *put the guns away.* (more on my opinion of this later).
So we put the guns in the safe, and wait.
We wait some more.
We wait 10 minutes.
We wait 15 minutes.
After almost 30 minutes, a patrol car rolls up our street, looking around with their spotlight.
The rest of the story is really damn dull, but I'll sum it up saying that the deputy was pretty cool, very helpful, seemed genuinely concerned, and when I mentioned that I knew that there wasn't ever a deputy working our area, he was very honest. Seemed like a good guy. Wish I had got his name.
** This is the part that I, personally, now have an entirely different outlook on, the whole "please put your guns away" part. Folks, if you came this far, or if you just skipped to this part, you may not ever find yourself in the same type of situation I was in tonight, so please don't think that it will take 30 minutes for a cop to get to to your house just because that's how long it took for us. If you live where it takes 30 minutes, or longer, for emergency folks to get to where you live, you likely already know it.
We live in this area:
Washougal AreaThe deputy said he was up by 4th Plain and 164th Ave, so this is how far he had to drive:
Google Map with routeI am not trying to get a deputy in trouble for what he said, in case some command level type staffer at the office decides he should not have been so forthcoming, but even he agreed, the next time I am somewhere that it might take 30 minutes, hell, even 10 minutes, for help to arrive, I'm not putting the fucking guns away until I know they have arrived.
God forbid Jonathon or anyone out where he lives needs a cop or two. Tack on another 10-15 minutes, maybe more.
(unfortunately, I feel the need to add a disclaimer, maybe it's just because I am in the pissed off phase of the overall experience.)
Remember, you read it on the internet. If you think that everything you read on the internet is good enough to live your life by, then you are a first class fucking idiot. Having a gun in your hand or nearby and not secured will make cops nervous, and may have an adverse effect on your interaction with them, up to and possibly including you being treated very improperly. I'm not saying it's right, I'm just saying it's the way it is. Use your best judgment, and don't try to pin anything on me if you read what I wrote and decide that you will ignore the 911 operator for any reason. I am not giving you advice on how to ignore emergency workers, or how to handle any kind of situation, I am only giving my opinion based on my experience. After all, you read it on the fucking internet.